The small explosive she had swallowed earlier was ready to detonate, and now it did, blowing the upper half of her body apart in four sizeable chunks, spraying her midriff in all directions, and severing her legs from her groin with a satisfying combination of boom and splat.
So intense was her hatred for him that she was prepared to sacrifice her own life, sprinting headlong and rugby tackling him, his drink and another unfortunate lady over the edge and down for a good eight seconds before they both splattered satisfyingly on the concrete while the other lady devastated a Lamborghini and the drink smashed all over a Reliant Robin.
Oh, lovely! He’d spunked on a lot of faces before, but this one had really whipped across her, streaking the whole face diagonally from jaw to temple and leaving her grinning up at him in satisfaction and, more importantly, profound gratitude.
He stood up, thinking he was about to experience The Quickening, but actually it was just a belch, albeit a really deep and satisfying one.